all these hollywood actors with their photoshopped smiles holding hands for money on the cover of a movie and sharing that look like they've done it for years 'cause they have
well, they have and they haven't and they're back and they're forth while the magazines listen and spew it back from the racks in the grocery store checkout
and to think, all i wanted was my skittles.
but i got thoughts down the stream from the glint of the gloss of the reality they practice and fine tuned as an art so i get to thinking maybe it doesn't matter if you're happy, just that the world thinks you are
i can't look away though, i just see a blushing trainwreck happy on her wedding day, a future diet pill representative or fresh out of rehab because that's the way my mind works, still talking like someone's listening when it knows my ears don't work that well, they just don't.
and i'm not angry and i'm not even scared i'm just tired of the life between the things that we live for
so when the lady at the register smiles and asks if i'll be paying cash or credit i feel bad that i have to tell her i'm sorry, i just don't think i'm that hungry anymore